I'm not entirely sure how long it has been, I think it might have been a week. How ever long it has been was no help, I was still sore from training and I was covered in bruises, the others say that I'm lucky there going easy. I would hate to see what its like when there not going easy.
I had learned what the tattoos on there arms were as well, they were rankings. The names for each rank made no sense to me, one was birogaunt, two was merounta, three was ferroncs and four was the only one to make sense, it was commander. The other tended not to call them by there ranks but rather by there numbers, one, two, three and four. I was told that there were other ranks once but they all caused over power and were quickly destroyed. There was only one commander at a time and they only had to listen to Mr.Barren, they could tell the others what to do.
I wake up quickly as I feel something hard hit me, I try to sit up, failing miserably as someone pushes me back down "took a hard hit this time" a girls voice says, recognizable as our current commander, Grenade. I feel myself lifted up, I couldn't tell I was being carried, I was in to much pain.
"Shame" a voice that I think was Tremor says "think Mr.Barren will let us shoot him now?"
"Shut up Tremor" Grenades voice says and then I hear nothing as I pass out again. The next time I wake up I try opening my eyes, groaning as I do, my surroundings blurry but clear enough for me to see that I'm in a well lit room, most likely the infirmary, its not the first time I've been here, how could it be with how hard training is.
"Herreh?....." I groan.
"Good to see you awake, Crossfire" Grenade says, appearing in my view, I blink clearing my eye sight and painfully turn to look at her, she was the same red haired girl I had seen when I first arrived. She was the only one to really care about any of us, the others say that its because she wouldn't have anyone to boss around if she let us all die, I think its because she knows this is wrong and she doesn't want any of us dieing because of it.
"How long has it been?" I groan and try to sit up.
"Two days" Grenade says "Terror and Tremor wanted to shoot you" she tells me.
"Thanks for stoping them" I tell her.
"I didn't stop them, Mr.Barren did" Grenade explains "he said he needed you for the mission tomorrow" she says.
"Oh" I frown "wait mission?"
"Yes, Mr.Barren hasn't told us what it is yet though" Grenade says. I nod and try getting up, swinging my legs off the side of the bed. "Careful" Grenade mumbles.
"I know" I tell her and get up, wincing when I do.
"You better get back to your room before Terror destroys your stuff again, well that is if he hasn't already" Grenade says getting up and leaving. I sigh and get up, heading to my room, I don't even care about my destroyed stuff and ripped up bed, I just collapse on it and fall asleep.
